Shepherd's Haven Event: Devil's Night

[devils_shadow]

Who: Damon the doppelganger and OPEN TO ANY IN SHEPHERD'S HAVEN
What: Devil has an announcement to make in the form of arson and violence. Aforementioned player plot shenanigans.
Where: Shepherd's Haven
When: Forward dated to the night of October 30th, and probably into the morning of the 31st. Devil's night, in other words.
Status: Open with some closed-ish subthreads!
Warnings: Arson and violence?

No night had ever been so aptly named.

Shepherd's Haven wasn't anywhere near Michigan, but that didn't mean the festivities of Devil's Night couldn't be spread to far and wide locales. It was the perfect night, in fact, for the creature known as a demon to remind the sleepy little haven of precisely why it was unwise to prod the beast. Perhaps the one who called him there had forgotten, or perhaps he simply thought the devil had more bark than bite.

Oh, how wrong he was.

It began with fire. Several fires, to be precise. Small at first but fed with whatever accelerant Damon could find on hand. Fuel left unguarded, dry hay or straw. Did you know compost burns very well? It does, oh how it burns. And each fire set at different locations across the town, so quickly and so close to simultaneous one might almost think that they were set by several people at once.

Or one that could move very, very quickly.

The cherry on top was a door with a fading red "X" painted on it, ripped from its hinges and set ablaze, then left on the steps in front of the town hall.

[[OOC: Leaving this fairly open for anyone to react to and have their own threads/etc. of what's happening. Separate threads will go up for some more planned stages of the event, but if anyone wants to be unfortunate enough to run across Damon while he pursues his arsonist rampage through SH go ahead and put up a toplevel and just toss in the comment header that you want me.

Have fun dealing with those fires and rampaging demon, guys!]]

Comments

[devils_shadow]

Dim, and loud were the two traits that stood out strongest in Damon's opinion. Foolishly loud. Where Nux forgets and Tony forgives, Damon does neither of those things. And any promise he makes he intends to keep. Particularly the more violent ones. Those are his favorite.

Oh you poor, stupid boy. Remember your "X"? Damon did, he found the invitation still present if fading on the door. He's had his enjoyment mocking a few, putting a few holes in another, and has doubled back to see if the idiot has returned home. And look at that, he has! About time.

"I dropped by per our arrangement but you weren't home. Your hospitality could use a little work."

[witnessme]

Neither of those traits were exactly wrong, but Nux would be horrified to learn that they were the only impression someone took away from him. He doesn't like being hated; it was by far the worst part about being in the Mafia, and even though he's picked a few fights in his time, he has never remembered why for very long.

"You... uh, no wait, there's a mistake," he stammers. "I d-didn't mean that... you set these fires? They... the others d-didn't do anything. Where are they? What d-did you do?"

[devils_shadow]

To be fair, Damon is judgmental and impatient, so he doesn't tend to think well of anyone. Just that Nux made a particularly bad and stupid impression. Fortunately Damon doesn't feel emotion strongly enough to hate. Detest, much like one would vermin, that's much closer to the truth.

"Oh no, you were very clear in your desire to vanquish me," He taunts, striding forward. "Do you not believe your own eyes, or do you simply lack the capacity to comprehend even that which is blatantly before you? In that case, ending your pathetic existence will be doing you a favor."

[witnessme]

Nux's eyes widen. He's strong; he knows that, he works out and eats to build muscle and he cares about fitness. He's also pretty good at fighting, but when it comes to what this guy must be packing, to have that kind of psychotic confidence... he knows that he can't win. He takes a few faltering steps back as Damon advances.

"Sorry! I... d-didn't want you to actually come here. D-didn't mean it. I was just angry! Sometimes I don't think before I t-talk. I'm d-dumb. I know that. Don't hurt the people here," he begs, shoulder bumping against the wall of the structure.

[devils_shadow]

The mistake that has been made, over and over again, is that Tony hides his strength. He disguises what he can do and flees from it, extracts himself from those he loves so that they do not have to witness what he is capable of even when in full control of himself and his impulses. Certainly the demon that rips out of him on the verge of death is impressive, but it's short lived and chaotic.

This is precise, and purposeful. And still more than capable of tearing apart otherwise fragile humans.

"Ah, but it's too late for that now. Isn't it? I have taken time out of my busy schedule to come see you. You are being a terrible host," In a blur he zips forward, aiming a swift and brutal punch for Nux's gut. He's holding back enough to avoid immediately crushing him into a pulp, but only just. "Someone should teach you some manners."

It's amusing how quickly he cowers from his brave taunts and proclamations over a distance. Cowards and weaklings, the lot of them.

[witnessme]

Nux is tough. He's well-built and strong and is willing to act when a situation calls for someone quick on their feet and with their fists. But he's only human, and his lower lip quivers as he recognizes that cold precision and what it means for him.

He barely even registers the words before that punch has him doubled over, winded and coughing and clutching his stomach. He crumples against the wall, the power of words failing him as he fights back the taste of bile in his throat.